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Mom was lucky. She never even had to do dialysis.
I’d been deeply moved by the gesture. “I always promised myself when I was old enough, I’d pay it forward,” I said.
my mom had chronic kidney disease when I was a teenager. She received a kidney transplant before she required dialysis, but that period of my life was a terrifying time. I remember feeling comforted by the knowledge that if her kidneys failed before she got a donor that at least dialysis would keep her alive. It wasn’t like losing your lungs or your heart. She would have time. She would have decades if she needed it.
“Well, you are a much nicer person than I am, Jacob Maddox. When people go low on me, I go lower.”
was like a living lullaby. A softly spoken word. The smell of coffee and toast in the morning or a cozy fleece blanket. The rain pattering on the roof on a day where you don’t have to go anywhere or do anything.
